Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.